Bad boys, bad boys whatcha want Whatcha gonna do when Sheriff John Brown Come for you tell me whatcha gonna do Bad boys, bad boys Whatcha gonna do, whatcha
Some day ... some way I'm gonna break the mold. I'm sick of all the stereotypes, and what they hold. Don't want to be cateorigized. Don't want to be cast
I have seen Too many sad eyes look at me The eyes that set me free All the places that I've been Thank you for the letters That you thought you wrote
Wer macht, da? ich nicht mehr alleine bin? Wer gibt der gro?ten Unordnung den Sinn? Wo ist der Engel, der mein Leben verschont? Das Madchen, das ich schon
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has Just released another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are running wild trying
Got your letter and the poetry you sent me Postmarked in december of last year I really hope you're doing better All your friends close by your side One
W odpowiedzi na TwA?j list, piszA? Ci.. A?e po tamtej nocy mam, jeszcze sny. TeA? czasami pA?aczA?, czasem zmieniam twarze, walA?c gA?owA? w stA?A?.
There's a world of difference when faith is in a heart It stands out like sunlight, life becomes so dark And when those around me ask me why I dare to
I have seen too many sad eyes look at me Eyes that set me free, all the places that I've been Thank you for the letters that you thought you wrote in
I found it right here on the table That letter you left for me today Just a handful of scribbled words And most of it sounds quite absurd Do you know
You're telling me the things I want are so worthless Well I'm telling you your ways will keep you down I know you'd feel so much better...about yourself
JR! Sean Kingston! You're way too beautiful girl That's why it'll never work You got me in denial, in denial When you say it's over Man all these beautiful
I'm way too cool for ya boy That's why it'll never work I'll have you suicidal, suicidal When I say it's over Damn all these beautiful girls We're only
Have you been listening (Listen to the music) Have you been sleeping (The sermon's in the music) (The man standing next to you) (He must surely be your
I'm drivin', drivin' my car And I look up at the billboard There you are I'm flyin', flyin' away And I look into a magazine Ooh, what's your name You
I walk through a world ridden with confliction I know everybody can't be right All I ever get is contradiction Still they can't prove that I'm here tonight
Je vis dans une maison sans balcon, sans toiture Ou y'a meme pas d'abeilles sur les pots de confiture Y'a meme pas d'oiseaux, meme pas la nature C'est